Till dig

Did you think of me when you made loveto her? Was it the same as us, or was it different? It must have been...And it's a shame that it ends this wayWith nothing left to saySo just sit on your hands, while I walk aw-ayIt's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shameWhen my hands begin to shakeWhen bitterness is all I tasteAnd my car won't stopCause I cut the brakesI hold on to a hope in my fate May you return to love one dayWell I hope and I prayYou get what you gave